Lyrics:
the past, no
But you know I’m never coming back
Really hard to tell the fake from real
I just wanna pop another pill
I just wanna make it to the mills with
Da past (this is Sofa beats)
Elle a trouvé la gadji
Mon tel au milieu du linge, hey
Je m'emboucane j'suis toujours sous l'effet de la bringa
every single time don't in brace it
You been designed and cannot be defined through by the basics
Gotta make this life I'm almost outta time
All this
Ten miles to northward of the narrow port
Open'd a larger haven: thither used
Enoch at times to go by land or sea
And once when there, and clambering
Learn to walk a tightrope
Ever seen a rich nigga go broke?
They putting liens on a nigga things
Publicize your demise, and by all means
Your family
time, let it be a bad bitch sweepin'
That know we get O's like cheerios
That know because they seen us in the videos
That know the day that you play me
that's cheap
That's so cheap we're gonna do it again
That's enough okay
Well, by that time
The extract of the Northern dog
Had induced in the fur trapper
the need to talk myself up to my peers
By dissin those that where I was in my formative years
Pace pickin up ya I had to switch gears
Weaving in and out
Learn to walk a tightrope
Ever seen a rich nigga go broke?
They putting liens on a nigga things
Publicize your demise, and by all means
Your family
by fuckboys
One bullet, one target, one choice
You can take an L or take the shell
It's still double M still making mills
Made niggas respect my
being direct
I'm unimpressed by these bitches that I see in the press
I'm kinda vexed by the trash like I'm cleaning a mess
'Cause they as real when
to J.F.K., news spread he's back in town
Even police warned him not to be caught lacking when around
But he couldn't miss the opportunity to ball
cfter
If you don't know by now, we runnin' the game
Neck froze, got a mill' on the chain
Show respect to Cen' and Trade
Cut the check, believe we're
Worried about nothing
But pussy and getting richer
Tell me how you feel
Got problems by the mill
But you ain't worried
Keep it one hundred I got my steel
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
facts
Them big facts
Real talk
Let a Bih Talk shit
100 Mill on that
Bet I flip that shit
Like sunny side up i'ma chef with this
Make a nigga head spin
Workin' on the album at the same time, you know what I'm sayin?
Visionary boy (C Sick)
Yeah yeah, uh, yeah, we gon' do it for '96 (yeah)
We gon' do it
Up in the hills, look at the view, top of the game
Look what I spilled, I think a mill, oh what a shame
Being forreal, you know the deal, I am who I
shoes
Your feet can't say a rhyme this time, you lose
But I respect you for what you accomplished, a great deal
Just admit you can't handle the steel
of barbecue
I was raised by the pigs of fortitude
Rusted by years of long misuse
Overhaul long overdue
It's a town brought up on textile mills
Them down home
it’s gon get better
I will never say it was a waste of time
Everything I went through is a lesson learn
And here’s goes a little quote I live by:
Fool me
Ay, look
Where did my time go?
I let it fly
Spending time trya find em
And yall niggas the right flow
I like hoes that like poles in clean
you know
Follow the pro-nigga flow
Off to the road you know we go
Follow the pro-nigga flow
For you and yours, legislation
Past-purpose agitation
By way
you know
Follow the pro-nigga flow
Off to the road you know we go
Follow the pro-nigga flow
For you and yours, legislation
Past-purpose agitation
By way
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